Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

1961. Don'T Be Scared 12/27/2011
1962. When A Flower Dreams Of Heaven 11/14/2011
1963. I Want To Be Your Ink Blot 9/20/2011
1964. Don'T Weep For America 8/25/2011
1965. Death Is Just Another Forgetting 8/11/2011
1966. When Mother Dies 7/20/2011
1967. What Has Been Your Most Perfect Day? 7/13/2011
1968. A Prayer For Unbelievers 5/2/2010
1969. Whose Bread I Eat His Songs I Sing 7/7/2011
1970. The Virus Of Language 4/23/2011
1971. Behind The Everything 4/21/2011
1972. Outside My Window 4/14/2011
1973. Ad Astra; To The Stars 4/1/2011
1974. When Asked To Describe Yourself 3/24/2011
1975. Doing Things Over Again The Right Way 3/8/2011
1976. Aww Heck 2/19/2011
1977. Methylene Blue 1/15/2011
1978. Dots And Dashes 5/30/2010
1979. Evil Walks On Feet Like Ours 2/8/2011
1980. Amelia's Voice 11/4/2010
1981. Bad Poetry Makes Me Ugly 7/15/2010
1982. The Ambidextrous Masturbator 6/29/2010
1983. The Faith Of A Child 6/4/2010
1984. Longest Night 6/18/2010
1985. I See You Walking All Alone 5/10/2010
1986. Without Proximity 4/30/2010
1987. The Charnel House 4/20/2010
1988. There's A Fire - Retourne 4/24/2010
1989. Reviled Did I Live 4/20/2010
1990. A Simple Life 4/20/2010
1991. At Winter's End 4/19/2010
1992. Death Rattle 4/20/2010
1993. Coming Home Again 4/20/2010
1994. What Lies Inside 4/20/2010
1995. Who 4/19/2010
1996. The Totem Pole 4/19/2010
1997. Vivid Distortion 4/18/2010
1998. Forest Speaking Green - Tanka 4/19/2010
1999. Why Do I Love You So 4/18/2010
2000. How New Religions Start 4/18/2010

Comments about Patti Masterman

  • Smoky Hoss (8/28/2011 9:17:00 AM)

    Patti's words flow like oxygen through the lungs and blood through the heart, bringing life, and the exhileration of living, to her grateful readers. The world is a bit better place thanks to her poetry.

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  • Amy Lalala (6/22/2011 11:41:00 PM)

    So i randomly came across a poem you had commented on, what you said reminded me alot of something my dad would say so i decided to scope you out.
    It probably doesn't mean much coming from a 17 year old but i really enjoyed reading your poetry!

  • Barbara Clafton (6/20/2011 4:53:00 PM)

    Patti, your poetry is brilliant, inspiring and moving. Thankyou for sharing your creativity with us x

  • Laura Inès Nùñez Cremades (7/15/2010 5:10:00 PM)

    You 'Last goodbye' poem reminded me of my mother.
    I was deeply moved.
    Beatiful work

  • Booklover Tv Lounger (3/7/2010 3:56:00 PM)

    You're a really great poet. I enjoy your poems very much. A nice addition to the PH community. I wish you every happiness and all the best.

    P.S: Couldn't help myself from not saying THANK YOU for your bio summary. It helped with the login problem I get with PH. (and all this time I thought it was my lousy comp; P) .

  • Carol Gall (1/9/2010 5:53:00 AM)

    patti is my friend she is an amazing poet writes from her heart and loves hard
    i can see patti in egyption times or in a futuristic world she is a kind and caring person i love her poetry you never know what to expect and that makes it all the more exciting thanks patti for being the excellent poet your are and for being my friend keep writing you are a natural poet patti also loves to laugh
    and she often make others laugh too

Best Poem of Patti Masterman

Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

Read the full of Anti-Love Poem #1

We Came Together

We came together at the window,
Through which, we watched the days unfold;
So is this our ending; merely syntax
At the cusp, where winds grew cold?

Did we lose that joy and wonder
That once so long ago, we'd touched;
Did mundane hours finally sunder-
Did I become for you, just crutch?

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